CSotD: Taking liberties with symbols
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Derf doesn't say what this Statue of Liberty clown was selling, but it's almost certainly Liberty Tax Service, a franchise that pulls this cheesy stunt all across the country.
Except that the guy wouldn't get the job if he were just going to stand there looking humiliated. The Liberty Tax signholders are supposed to dance and wave and look excited, and they need to demonstrate an ability to do that for at least an hour at a time. They are permitted to wear iPods.
And I double-dog-dare one to stand anywhere near a spot in the road where the water pools.
I get Derf's cartoon. It is quite a commentary on the US economy that anybody would be forced to do something so stupid and degrading in order to get by, and so it's ironic that you would have to do it while dressed as a symbol of our nation. On the other hand, I think it is quite patriotic to pay taxes, to take your stand within in the social order and pitch in to help.
Which brings us to the part I don't understand.
I took my first drivers' test back in 1967. It required driving about 35 miles, to the county seat of Canton, NY, a place we didn't go all that often, since there was more shopping available in Watertown. And, since I wasn't a driver, I didn't really pay much attention to exactly where we were going anyway. I should also add that our town was so rural that we had to go over to the school parking lot to find a place with a curb so we could practice parallel parking. Not kidding.
So I was not only nervous about the test, I was nervous about driving in three lanes of traffic in a town I didn't know very well. When the guy said, "Turn left by the post office," my immediate question was, "Where's that?"
To which he impatiently replied, "By the flag!"
And I felt very stupid because, of course, there was the flag, designating a public building. It was either City Hall, the post office, a school or maybe an armed services recruiting center. It would not be a car dealership or a five-and-dime store, because people would have found it vulgar and offensive to use the American flag to promote a business or sell a product.
Of course, businesses could fly the flag on a national holiday, but someone would have to go down there in the morning and put it up, because you couldn't fly the flag at night unless you had it spotlighted. And, if it started to rain, someone would have to go back to the business (which would have been closed to mark this holiday that they took so seriously) in order to take the flag down. You would never leave the flag out in the rain.
A few years later, people began to fly the flag to show their support of the war and their general disapproval of dissent and dissenters. One of the interesting controverseys in the transition was that a fair number of firefighters and police officers, particularly the military veterans, objected to adding US flag shoulder patches to their uniforms because, they argued, they were not federal officers of any kind. Not only did they object to the denigration of local autonomy it suggested, but they also thought it was insulting to the people in the military who were risking their lives on the battlefield in service to that flag.
As you can plainly see, they lost the argument. The flag flies everywhere. It flies in the rain and in the dark. It flies long after it has become faded and tattered. It dips to half-staff whenever anything at all sad happens. It flies to promote tire sales and to announce laundromat openings.
And, if you would like a flag of your own, you simply have to walk along a parade route after the parade is over, because you can always find plenty of discarded plastic flags scattered among the trash in the gutter.
And I can promise you that, 45 years ago, if you had dressed up as the Statue of Liberty and boogeyed on the sidewalk to promote a business, somebody would have offered to punch your lights out within the first 15 minutes of your appearance.
Not that anybody would have asked you to do it in the first place. We didn't love America in those days the way we do today.
(If you can't recite at least some of this poem from memory, you may be too young to quite understand today's rant.)
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